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THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONGS OF THE WRENS: WINTER by ALFRED TENNYSON

Poet Analysis

First Line: THE FROST IS HERE
Last Line: BUT NOT INTO MINE.
Subject(s): WINTER;
The frost is here,
And fuel is dear,
And woods are sear,
And fires burn clear,
And frost here
And has bitten the heel of the going year.

Bite, frost, bite!
You roll up away from the light
The blue wood-louse and the plump dormouse,
And the bees are still'd, and the flies are kill'd,
And you bite far into the heart of the house,
But not into mine.

Bite, frost, bite!
The woods are all the searer,
The fuel is all the dearer,
The fires are all the clearer,
My spring is all the nearer,
You have bitten into the heart of the earth,
But not into mine.



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